May We Remember One Another By Name I’ve long lived with Seth Godin’s suggestion that art is anything you make that forges a connection between people. Over time, and in that light, I’ve also come to recognize that the depth and sustainability of my professional art life has a lot…

In the few years I’ve been conscious of the conversation (and battle), the overturning of Roe v Wade became a kind of idol among a certain tribe of persons; a prize worth pursuing even at the cost of the most valuable aspects of human character and care. Almost anything was…

BETTER THAN An Easter Reflection For Gatekeepers, Leaders and Spiritual Parents — - In order for the Gospel (the actual Good News of God) to be for all people, it has to be bigger, deeper and more than you and I expect or even want. So, this Easter, may you and…

More than once over the course of the past year, I’ve posted a prayer or reflection anchored in the phrase “it ends” or it all ends.” I don’t bring up death so often just because I dig morbid thoughts and listened to The Smiths as a teen. I actually find…

I don’t have to know everything. I don’t have to pretend like I know everything Curiosity is a sign of respect. Mystery is an invitation. Knowledge isn’t power; it is a facet of relationship. Not everything needs to be important to me. Listening is the key to good relationship and…

Jesus Christ, Mental Health and The Problem Of Gnosticism The tendency to redefine “spiritual” things as “disembodied” goes out the window when healing and wholeness is at least partially a matter of neurotransmitters, norepinephrine and serotonin. Of course, the prescription for a Christianity infected with Gnosticism is a Christianity that…

A few years ago, I was invited to participate in this event. I don’t remember what the event was, as a speaker, I was there to story tell, tell some stories and teach. And when the organizer introduced me, he said singer, songwriter, musician, Justin McRoberts. And I remember…

I carry my yesterday with me. Some of that is by choice, holding on to joys and lessons i cherish. I carry my yesterday with me Much of that is not my choice, bearing the marks of injury, trial and loss that made the days before seem cold and long. …

Hope arrives, not in violence and noise, overwhelming and demanding. Hope arrives soft and vulnerable, placing itself in your hands and asking you to care for it. May you and i, as we hold and handle this Divine Gift, be changed and become people who receive hope with gladness and…